#artisanals

"If they hear us," Jamie whispers, "they're gonna know we're in here." It's not against the rules to be in the first team building after hours, but Jamie doesn't particularly want to find out how Roy will react to him sticking around this late, especially with training early the next morning. "C'mon, amigo, it'll be fun. You and me, night footy, it'll help with the senses, not being able t'see shit. Like bats, y'know? You in?"

@artisanals    ▐   𝔭.  ⊰    ❛    i  could  face  a  thousand  monsters  &*  never  flinch,  but  one  look  from  you  &*  i  fall  apart.

a  faint  smile  tugs  at  the  shifters  lips  as  she  picks  at  a  loose  strand  of  fabric  on  her  sweater  ,  the  tilt  feline  in  nature.         whether  he  refers  to  fear  of  her  or  admiration  ,  it  doesn't  matter  much.        there's  pride  in  both  of  them  for  lysandra.        she  hums  softly  &*  turns  her  gaze  toward  him  after  a  beat  ,  the  emeralds  of  her  irises  nearly  covered  by  dark  lashes.       ❛    careful  ,  aedion  –  𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆  𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂  𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.    ❜       her  voice  is  a  croon  ,  teasing  &*  adoring  all  in  one  breath.          she  raises  lithe  body  from  the  chaise  she'd  occupied  &*  prowls  toward  him  ,  her  hand  smoothing  up  his  lapel  until  manicured  nails  can  scratch  lightly  at  the  curve  of  his  throat.         ❛    warrior  of  legend  ,  reduced  to  pieces  at  a  lady's  feet  ?      sounds  like  quite  a  soft  spot.   ❜

⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 4:18ᴾᴹ ⁾ : kinda weird question, don't be alarmed– ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 4:18ᴾᴹ ⁾ : do you know how to do stitches??

@artisanals / isa said: wear the ( suit ) i gave you tonight .

HIS BROWS RISE SLOWLY, a silent challenge all of their own; he is not accustomed to being told how to dress. he has never allowed it from anyone, either — but she's been kind enough to gift him something and he's curious to see how her taste aligns with his. if at all.

isabela had the haughty air of a spoiled housecat; she moved from place to place as if she had been begged to attend, as if no room could be full or complete unless she deigned to stand in it and glower. teddy would have asked her if her royal highness had dropped her tiara somewhere, but he had a feeling she'd have simply said yes, fetch it at once, peasant.

it's funny. he might like winding her up a mite too much.

It started in the privacy of his room,   a shy touch that blossomed into more,   and almost so quickly Larys nearly lost it much too early.   Attention like this was not something he was accustom to,   but he welcomed it,   though a bit awkward at first.   Hesitant to return the heat and passion but after their lips met a third time,   he felt his head grow hot and it was suddenly easy to lean in,   hand traveling up Sophie's back and into her hair.   Paper and pen hardened fingers wrap in her curls,   careful never to tug and only caress,   to guide them against each other.   Her kiss was soft against his lips,   though a quiet voice in the back of his mind was worried he was chapped;   rough against her smooth.   Even if that were true,   Sophie did not seem to let that dissuade her,   as moments later her hands fell to his sides with fingers seeking the edges of his pants and slowly lower did she travel-

Face grew hot as she then dropped to begin undoing his boots.   The thought of stripping off his footwear was more difficult than ridding himself of the rest of his clothes,   and he initially pulled away,   like an anxious twitch to move a few inches from her hands.   Though Sophie coaxed him to calm from a look.   As she works the other foot,   he leaned down to unbuckle his specialized boot,   with his mind momentarily on getting the things off so it would be easier to lose his pants,   and that he wouldn't kick anything or anyone with a hard edge.   Though being so close to her again,   face close to hers he took in her scent and the smell of soap and sweat from her earlier practice,   the nerves faded once more.  

“You are being too kind to me,   my lady.”   He speaks softly into her ear as the boots and socks are taken off and set aside,   only being made to sit back in his chair as she lifts his leg.   “You need only ask.”   Assuming she wants him to sit back and get his pants off,   he goes to his belt to help her with the perceived goal,   but stops short when silk-smooth hair brushed against exposed skin and how her hand yet to loosen its hold.   It was when she leaned in to kiss bare ankle that he let out a shaken sigh and eyes go wide.   He felt truly speechless then.   His face had returned to a comfortable pink,   but cheeks were blazed in a full blush that extended to his collarbone.   Oh,   how he felt on top of the world and underneath her all at once.   Sophie had him at her mercy when,   moments ago,   he felt he had her at his,   and it made Larys' lips twitch to a smile.

when her lady had come bearing the news of valarr and matarys too having fallen victim to this plague, jena's heart had nearly stopped. and in a moment of selfishness had nightly begged her gods to not inflict such cruelty, to not force her to live through the loss of her sons. not after losing her husband just months prior. but would it not be equally unbearable to force her sons to lose both parents in such a short time?

and yet the relief, oh, the relief, when they recovered from this terrible sickness that still dug its claws further into her whole being. that must be how now, in this room filled with a gentle simmering despair as recovery had long since been deemed impossible, the first sight upon awakening from fitful slumber was her precious eldest son. he ought not be here, even if there was no longer any sort of possibility to catch this illness once more. he ought not take risks, for there could always be exceptions.